Post by watson on Nov 28, 2010 15:20:39 GMT -5
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By natural reaction, James looked over his shoulder as they entered the "staff only" room. He stuck behind Carter close until her saw the piano. His eyes lit up a little and he walked over, sitting in front of it and lifting the cover that hid the worn down keys. He tapped a couple of them, hearing the tuning was just right. When Carter asked if he had any in mind he nodded quickly. He wanted to begin playing immediately. He wanted to play night and day. All he could see at that time was the keys and each note he had remembered in his head. Every song he played, he played by ear. He never used sheets. James could read music, he just didn't find use in wasting money on sheets when he could play it out of memory.
he played a couple random keys before looking back at Carter, his hands dropping into his lap patiently. When Carter asked about if he had a case for his guitar, he looked at it over his shoulder for a moment, then back at him. His face was as if he was saying 'what's wrong with how it is?'. "Uh-- no. I... I don't have a case for my guitar. It's the first time I've really taken it outside before, though." He spoke a bit ashamed. He slid the guitar and his backpack off and set it beside him on the ground before tapping the pedals with his feet a couple of times, then put his hands out over specific keys. He looked at Carter for a second before beginning to play. James had chose to play a classic. Let It Be by The Beatles. It was smooth and easy to hear, as if James had played it every day of his life. Though when he did play, his eyes didn't really look much at the piano. They stared down toward the keys, but he kept the face as if remembering where each key was. After finishing the song, he set his hands back in his lap and looked at the piano's keys back and forth in satisfaction. "She's in tune, alright." He said softly. "What I'd do to have a piano..." His fingers tapped a couple keys, as if he couldn't control himself, as if he had to touch the keys. He looked back over at Carter, hoping the boy didn't think he was that great. James never cared for how he played. He just... played. He didn't listen to much music, and when he did, he played it himself and ended up not caring for it! He half smiled at Carter, his head low in shyness.
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HERE, GUITAR
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here is what/how he played. How it sounded.
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omg I made this :D
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